*Took this story down to polish it a bit, so here is the update.

_*_*_John_*_*_

Can you believe it? The nerve of that man! The audacity of that infernal robot!

Two years have gone by without so much as a word and that monster of man shows up and expects a warm welcome as if nothing had happened!

I'm surprised at myself for my own reaction. I had imagined the scene many times when I still had the strong feeling that his death had been faked. I saw myself reenacting movie scenes of slow motion running on the beach, god I am a romantic! I imagine tears not just from myself but from him as well, pff only in my imagination! How it really went down was more of stunned silence before I couldn't help but hit the smirk right off his face!

Sherlock Holmes!

A devil of a man! Sadly my arrogant best friend, how could I be friends with such a man? I often asked that question myself.

Mary, oh Mary.

That woman that I love, with her smiling face wasn't even fazed by Sherlock's attitude. She even said "I like him," Like him! LIKE HIM! Who in their right mind likes that man...sigh' I would be one of those people.

Seeing him after two years of nothing should have been a punch in the face but it wasn't I felt relief wash through me. Pure relief, a weight lifted from my shoulders and I wanted nothing more than to hug the life from that man. I went for the latter and hit him with my frustration, well it was a little more physical than that but you get the point.

I want to be mad at him, I want nothing more than to be livid but again I was surprised to find I forgave him the moment I saw him alive. I was happy he was alive a little irritated that he didn't let me in on the whole situation but happy none the less. Though I must admit I wasn't going to let him off lightly I could see in his face that he was surprised by my initial reaction but he soon took on the face of someone truly shamed and full of guilt. I don't want to lose my chance to make him truly work for forgiveness plus on the upper hand I get to enjoy his attempt at fixing what he thinks is broken.

John stopped typing here, staring at the computer screen contemplating the next words. Writing a blog was hard especially after having spent the last two years avoiding the ordeal since it brought back distasteful memories. But here he was after a night of unbelievable drama writing about none other than the recently resurrected Sherlock Holmes.

"Damnable prat," John muttered a slim smile on his face as he hit the delete button watching the words disappear.

"If you want to be convincing you should stop smiling," Mary suggested as she walked by.

John dropped the smile closing the laptop "What do you mean?" he asked innocently as he stood.

Mary glanced up from the wash her own smile bright on her face "You know exactly what John," she said knowingly John waited for her to elaborate, "You think you're so clever. You mister are an open book."

He frowned wanting her to speak clearly "I haven't the faintest of what you're prattling about," he scoffed.

Mary snorted her smile only grew "John Watson don't even think for a minute I don't know what you are doing to Sherlock. Giving him a guilt trip even though you've already forgiven him, you are a naughty man." She spoke John stared at her a moment watching her fold the linens.

Finally he smiled "Could never pull one over on you?" John laughed walking over to her and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Like I said an open book, you big softy" Mary repeated patting his face.

"So you really don't like my mustache?" John asked Mary sighed dropping her arms and looking at him.

"Why does that bother you so much?" she asked.

he rubbed the back of his neck searching for his next words "It's not that you don't like it that bothers me, it's the fact that Sherlock, that bloody man was able to tell that when I couldn't." he confessed.

Mary smiled sweetly "Dear I knew you needed something different so I let you have different. I knew you like that fuzzy thing so I told you I liked it." She told him.

John shook his head wrapping his arms around her waist "I only kept it because you said you liked it." He said.

Mary laughed leaning into him "I'm glad you have your friend back," she whispered as they stood together.

John smiled taking a deep breath "Me too." He muttered kissing her lightly.